Chapter 1 – Journey to Barovia

I reached out and moved the dark brown hair away from her neck and kissed it softly, working my down to her pale white shoulder. I kissed across her chest and looked up into her green eyes and grinned before turning my attention back to her beautiful breasts. Her breasts were full, with rosy pink areola s and tight firm nipples. I let my beard and mustache tickle her nipples before fastening my lips about the tip and sucking gently. I nipped it gently with my teeth while my hand caressed her other breast.

She moaned out and arched her back gently shoving her breasts against my mouth as her body responded to my touch. I left the first nipple and moved to the second making sure to pay them both attention before kissing my way down her stomach. Her stomach was soft and silky with a layer of fine hairs about the belly button but my goal was lower.

I continued to work my way down and parted her legs to see her vaginal opening and the small rosebud clit within. I licked gently at her opening with a long, slow lick before pressing my nose against her pubis and eating greedily at her opening. Using my tongue to press deep into her, stimulate her click and sucking her necter into my mouth. I could feel her wetness soaking my beard and mustache. I slowly added a finger and gently inserted inside her about an inch or two and pressed upward gently.

I had found from years of visiting the Temple of Silken Veils some women had a spot there that when stimulated gave them a bigger orgasm than just stimulating the clit itself. I envied the men who had a penis with a slight upward curve that magically seeming to hit that spot from any position. My own thick battering ram was straight, and the length and weight of it when erect caused it to just straight out from my body and hang down a little. I knew from experience that my own cock was a bit larger than average both in length and girth and while the fullness of it was appreciated, it took a bit of learning before I mastered how to use it effectively.

The woman was beginning to pant and mew slightly as I played with her body. I continued to lick and suck on her opening, adding a second finger slowly. I didn't move rashly as a sudden change could keep her from reaching her orgasm and I wanted her to enjoy her experience in my bed. When she reached her orgasm, I continued for a moment more to let her savor the experience.

I moved between her legs and stroked my cock making sure it was full and erect before placing it at her entrance and then shoved inside. The velvety warmth engulfed me and I paused with my balls resting firmly against her ass. Her eyes opened and she looked at me as she took my entire length inside her body and attempted to wiggle away but I held her hips. I held still enjoying being inside this lovely woman letting her adjust to my girth and the feeling of fullness I knew she had to be filling. When she stopped squirming on the bed, I started to move. Slowly sliding out until the just the head of my thick cock remained inside her and then shoving back in again. I watched her taking me inch by inch inside her. The thick vein on the top of my cock slowly snaking its way inside her. When she wrapped her legs about my waist, I knew she was ready and moved over her supporting my weight with my arms.

My hips began to piston in and out, her own juices coating my cock allowing me to slide quickly and easily in and out. She leaned up to kiss my lips but I moved away and grinned at her and winked. I wasn't in love with this woman and kissing was more intimate than a good fuck. Her nails raked my back and I paused to move her hands to my buttocks. I felt her nails dig in and knew that she would draw blood, but I didn't stop.

When her body began to convulse under me, I gave way to my own need and began to pound deep and hard into her. My cock swelled and I could feel my balls churning. I groaned as the seed began to build and then I shoved in firmly and deeply before spilling my load inside her. I fucked through my orgasm and even though the head of my cock was extremely sensitive, I churned the seed into a froth and quickly followed with a shorter second orgasm. This time, I held myself deep inside her and waited for my cock to begin to soften before pulling out.

I swung to the side of the bed and let my feet rest on the floor. My body was covered with sweat and I could taste her juices in my facial hair and her scent filled my nose. Her hand came up to rub my shoulder softly.

"You'll help me then? You'll help me find my husband?"

I looked at her. Her hair was touseled and her eyes had that sultry "just fucked and I enjoyed it" look. She was beautiful. I nodded. "I'll help you find him. You said he was last seen entering Barovia three months ago armed with silversheen and wolfsbane. Anything else, you can tell me?"

She shook her head. "No, he came home three months ago. He said he was hunting a werewolves at the outer edges of the Svalich woods. He came home to stock up on supplies. I kissed him goodbye and haven't seen or heard from him since."

"It's not much, but at least I have a starting place. Barovia and the Svalich Woods. That's deep in the mountains near here—a days ride or so."

She nodded in agreement.

I got up and moved across the room to the wash basin. I poured some water from the pitcher into it and grabbed a soft rag. I cleaned myself carefully, washing my face, beard and stache before washing my cock. I pulled the foreskin back and cleaned around the head before letting the skin slide forward to cover the head again. This was another ritual I had learned at the House of Silken Veils. Clean afterwards, always.

After cleaning myself, I began to gather my gear. I ran my hand across my hairy chest and picked up my holy symbol of Calistria, Goddess of Lust, Trickery and Revenge. I pulled it over my head and let the amulet dangle between my pecs. It's weight was familiar and comfortable. I quickly followed with my pants, shirt and boots. I swung my cloak up and around my shoulders. It was hooded and when the hood was drawn it allowed me to blend into my environment surroundings. The boots and cloak were made by elves. I picked up Wasp's Caress, a whip braided of yellow and black leather that was blessed by the priests of Calistria before I left the House of Silken Veils. I ran my hand through my black hair and let my blue eyes survey the surroundings making sure I didn't leave anything behind. With my belongings gathered, I nodded to the woman and left quietly through the door to find her husband.

I rode at a leisure pace. My riding horse was used to traveling along the country roads and I kept alert for any ambushes or animals that might attempt to try their luck with a lone traveler. As the day was slowly coming to an end, I spied a roadside inn. It was a hostel called the Weary Horse Inn. As I looked at my horse, I thought it fitting. I gave a silver coin to the stable lad to make sure my horse was taken care of and went inside.

The common room was sparsely populated but the fire was warm and the smell of bread coming from the kitchen made my mouth water. I took a seat at the table and when the bar wench came around ordered a pint of ale, and food. The ale was cold and tasted of hops and honey. The food when it came out was a stewed venison with potatoes and carrots. The bread was thick and chewy and sopped up all the juices of the stew. I ate hungrily.

I asked the innkeeper behind the bar about lodgings for the night. Another silver piece and I had myself a room upstairs with a decent bed. I opened the window to let the room air. Looking out a dense fog had crept across the land making it both damp and gloomy. A saw a young man approaching with a determined pace. I left the window open and went back downstairs to observe this new arrival.

The common room had grown uncomfortably quiet as he entered. I could hear him stomping loudly, clearing the mud from his boots before I saw him. He looked like gypsy. The locals here called them Vistani. He looked about the room and then confidently strode towards me and handed me a letter.

"The village of Barovia is in need of heroes. You'll do as well as any." He turned to leave.

"Barovia!" I exclaimed. "I'm heading there now, I think. I'm looking for a hunter that has disappeared." I gave him a general description of the man I was looking for.

"Haven't seen or heard of him. But you're close to Barovia now. It lies to the west of here, another fulls day ride. You would do well to leave at first light." He leaned in close to whisper, "They say the Svalich Woods are not safe at night."

I gave him a silver piece for delivering the letter, and let the courier go.

The letter was written on a fine parchment in a thick black ink. Strong strokes and determined lines read:

"Hail to thee of might and valor:

"I, a lowly servant of the township of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance withing our community.

"Our village is nestled in the Svalich Woods, an ancient forest that has long lay quiet with the weight of ages on its shoulders. But recent nights have brought the howls of wolves to our ears, and the night of the last full moon brought far worse out of the forest. Enourmous wolves attacked with unnatural savegery, killing many of us and leaving many more wounded.

"The love of my life, Ireena Kalyana, was one of those wounded, and I fear for her. Her injury refuses our healing remedies, and she languishes abed.

"There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea.

"Come quickly, for I dread the rising of the next full moon! All that I have shall be thine!

Kolyan Indirovich, Burgomaster of Barovia."

I read the letter again for a second time. This would explain why the missing hunter wanted wolfsbane and shilversheen. It sounds like the woods are plagued by werewolves. I said a small prayer to my Goddess and went back upstairs. The morrow promised to be full of adventure and I thought I'd need my rest. The remainder of the night was really uneventful. The inn could use a bard or a means of entertainment to help pass the time. I finally fell asleep and rested.

The morning dawn helped the fog disappaite. The stable boy brought my horse around, and I couldn't help but notice that he had a nice tight bubble butt. I must have been more tired and hungry than I thought last night, cause in the lack of proper entertainment, the lad would have a been a funs night enjoyment. I tousled his hair and gave him another silver piece for taking good care of my horse.

I checked the saddle to make sure the girth was tight and then swung up onto the mare. With gentle pressure from my legs, my horse stepped lively and I turned her head west towards Barovia. I followed the road and soon giant trees began to encroach the road and I entered the Svalich Woods. The road itself began to turn to mud. It must have rained here recently.

Black pools of water stood like dark mirrors about the muddy roadway. The leaves were so thick that the sun had not been able to burn away the fog in the forest. A pall of thick, cold mist spread over the ground. The giant tree trunks stood guard on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mists. As I continued onward, the fog grew more dense and thicker. The forest seemed more oppressive.

Without the sun overhead and in the forests eternal twilight, I had no idea of how long I had traveled when huge stone pillars loomed up from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road. Gray in the fog, a huge iron gate hung from the stonework. The gate was old and rusted. Standing as silent guardians in front of the pillars were huge stone statues with wicked looking polearms. Their carved heads lay among the weeds at their feet cleanly sheered from their shoulders.

As I neared, the gates with an ominous creek slowly began to swing open in welcome. Probably the remains of an old enchantment. As I passed through the gates, a shiver ran down my spine as if something was watching me. I scanned to see if I could spot anything, but the fog limited my vision. I had barely passed through the gate when with a massive clang, it slammed shut. The sudden noise startled my horse.

I attempted to calm it, but with the mists, the oppressive atmosphere, and then the sudden noise, the horse reared and tossed me. I landed in the mud and watched as the horse took off. I got up and made to follow when I heard the sounds of the horse screaming in pain. I quickly moved forward in the mist and shortly found the horse with deep thick claw marks in it's neck and bite marks on it's haunch. It lay in a heap in the road, dead from whatever beast had attacked it.

The horse had not been eaten, so the beast had to be nearby. I readied my whip and continued onward towards the town. I could hear the beast pacing me in the woods. It would stop when I stopped and move when I moved, but I couldn't ever see it through the mists and thickets. I felt for all intents and purposes as if I was being herded towards the town.

Prologue

"So what do you think, Dad?"

My twelve year-old son Eric took a moment's break from his nintendo as we drove. He had been wrapped up in Last Virgin on Earth, the latest zombie game to hit the market, since I picked him up from school.

"About what, son?"

"You know - it's been over three years already since the last time . . .

"Are you talking about the Plague outbreak?

"Yeah. Do you think maybe it's gone for good?"

I shot a smile at him as I drove. "Hard to say, Eric. Maybe. Would it bother you if it was?"

He turned back to his game as he answered. "No, I guess not."

There is no denying that the Plague virus had a dramatic and lasting impact on our planet. Even though there had been three waves of this virus attack to date no one had been able to determine its origins. They had isolated a bacteria that was at the root of it, but had no clue how it originated or how to combat it. None of the usual methods were panning out. Arguments and discussions had proliferated on whether it was a natural occurrence or a man-made disease resulting from government bacteriological experiments. There was even speculation that it had come from outer space, possibly in the form of tiny spores that had found there way into our atmosphere. The three plague attacks that had swept over the Earth had been spaced anywhere from 12 to 24 months apart, depending on what part of the world you lived in. On these three occasions the human race forgot all their moral platitudes and attitudes, and indulged in a worldwide sex orgy that found every male and female above a certain age the victim of a mindless urge to fuck anybody of the opposite sex unceasingly for a 7-10 day period. There seemed to be no rules and no qualms in choosing partners.

After the second wave it had acquired the acronym PUB, which stood for Primal Urge Bacteria; the plagues were referred to as the PUB Syndrome. On the streets they were calling it the Sex Zombie Plague. While it did not hit every region of the planet at the same time, each wave of the plague did eventually make its way into all of them, even in the Congo, and the seemingly impenetrable rainforests of South America. But this worldwide epidemic had the effect of changing the mores of the entire world.

Chapter One

The First Plague:

The first outbreak happened around seven years ago; It was June, and we had sent our five year old son Eric to a preschool summer camp program which he enjoyed immensely. When we picked him up at the end of each day he would go on at length about all the fun stuff he had done. So on that first day of the outbreak it was just my wife, my daughter and myself at home. Eight year old Sherrie and I were watching TV together and my wife was in the den working on a book she was writing. Suddenly my daughter started squirming next to me on the couch, then her hands shot down between her legs as she began rubbing herself. I was shocked to see this behavior from my little girl, in front of her own father yet. The next moment she reached over and started groping me, grabbing at my cock through my clothes and pulling on the zipper of my jeans. For one short moment I tried to push her away, then something inside me snapped. I was conscious of a buzzing feeling in my testicles, and my cock went rock hard in seconds; then I began tearing her clothes off. That was how quickly it happened. We were completely under the thrall of the virus as was everyone else, but at that moment I was only aware of Sherrie. Her face was a mask of lust, pleasure, and pain as I entered her that first time, roughly taking her virginity, my throbbing cock pushing into her, thrusting in again and again. She raised her head towards mine, mouth open, and our tongues entwined. I was french kissing my little girl as I fucked her. Her hands clutched at my hips, pulling me deeper into her as she screamed in pleasure. The buzzing feeling in my balls seem to go into overdrive, as if they were producing semen at an accelerated rate. A shiver shot up my spine a split-second before I came in daughter's cunt; with a spastic shudder I pumped my sperm into her eight-year-old vagina.

But while I was fucking my daughter a stranger, a boy around fifteen, had walked in and was humping my wife on the floor; she welcomed it lustily. She held on to his teenage ass as he pumped her. As I watched he spasmed and came hard in her cunt. We traded partners without a word and resumed out fucking. I have fucked my lovely wife many times over the years, but the pure animal passion she was demonstrating under the plague influence was unlike anything I had experienced with her or any other woman outside of my own daughter just minutes before. We kept trading off on them until a couple of men entered the house, two strangers we had never met before. One was a young fit man around twenty, the other a pot-bellied older man, probably in his fifties. The young one mounted my wife and entered her with one quick thrust; the older man climbed onto the couch with my daughter, who was waiting with outreached arms and legs spread. I went outside, looking for others.

Outside I was in world transformed. Everywhere you looked naked people filled the streets and lawns, fucking whoever might come their way. There was a man who looked sixty at least, leaning against a car bouncing a nine year old on his cock. Her little legs were wrapped around his waist as she responded with surprising fury. My neighbor's fourteen year old daughter across the street was sprawled out on their lawn, her father buried deep in her pussy. Next to them his big-breasted wife was taking on a twelve year old neighbor boy. The boy was cumming hard, and I headed in their direction. I was determined to mount her as soon as the boy finished. I had forgotten about my wife and daughter at home; I was lost in a haze of lust. Every orgasm was mind-blowing, stronger than anything I had experienced before. My balls were definitely swelling, as they produced more and more semen. My only goal, like every other male, was to find more females to cum in. They in turn sought us out, their appetite for cock was insatiable. We all were conscious of what we were doing, but we were unable to stop. Nor did we want to. Remembering back, I could not count the number of women I had fucked during the plague. And little girls.

Nine days later it had ended, and the world woke up, shocked, terrified, and traumatized. People had found themselves naked in strange locals, not remembering how they had got there. We all began to disengage ourselves from whatever partner we were with, feeling mortified at what had been happening, more-so because we could remember enjoying every minute of it. Chaos reigned for the next few days while society picked up the pieces and restored order. The sheer immensity of what had happened was more than some people could deal with. Going on with our daily lives became an exercise in guilt as we were constantly running into other people we had fucked and found ourselves feeling embarrassed to face them. I had trouble looking my own family in the eyes, knowing that I had fucked Laura and Sherrie several times, and watched other men take them as well. Even Eric, who had somehow been spared the effects of the virus, had witnessed a spectacular sex orgy that must have been an eye opener for him at the very least. Neither my wife nor I felt comfortable talking about it with each other, let alone with our kids.

For the next several weeks the Event, as it was then officially referred to, was the main topic of news; numerous scientific studies were launched in an attempt to determine the cause, all to no avail.

A curious feature of the plague that came to light was that all children seven years old and under seemed immune to its effects. While they were witness to the wild sex going on around them, the sexual urge among older virus victims did not seem to apply to these young ones; they were left alone. Yet throughout all the orgiastic display whatever adults were in proximity to a child under that age saw to their welfare, sometimes even as they were copulating.

Even in the face of all this there was a very vocal percentage of the populace who didn't want to hear about it and would rather pretend that it never happened, preferring to pass it off as a mass hallucination. But within a couple of weeks of the Event a few videos began to appear on the internet. Some anonymous posts of security cam images were the first to show, then another one went online, this from someone who had been filming a birthday party for their little girl. Apparently they had left the camera running once the infection took hold. In the middle of the innocent fun a man had pulled out his cock and began fucking the birthday girl. Before anyone knew what was happening a full scale orgy was underway with adults and kids, and strangers who wandered in.

Still the hard core revisionists tried to deny the happening.

Then the pregnancies began. Every female eight years old and up was suddenly beginning to swell. Legislations were hastily introduced in most countries, legalizing abortion or those adults who wanted it, and mandatory for the younger children. The baby boom nine months later was the final proof, confirming The Event as an undeniable fact. In several third world countries, where no legislation was enacted or enforced, many nine year old girls became mothers. My wife was one of the women who delivered a baby as a result of that first week-long orgy - a beautiful girl with distinct asian features. The father? Who knows? In a world full of suddenly pregnant women it didn't exactly matter anymore. But all these months later life had begun to settle down again; everyone put the plague days behind them and resumed their normal lives as much as possible.

Then came the second outbreak.

Most of the students had some sexual experience, since most of them were at least 16 years old. The Prince was very precocious and in most things he was already more advanced than the rest of the young lords. But in sexuality he was a little slow to reach puberty. Which is not uncommon among the really big cats. I could tell that he was just starting to awaken sexually. I planned on being the one that awakened it.

As I said I was responsible for his sexual education as well as his academic education. In our culture, unlike the canid civilizations to the north, bisexuality is the norm. In fact most of our important relationships are male/male, male/female relationships are for reproduction and raising of offspring. Because of that it was not unusual for an adult to show a young man the ropes, so to speak. When I was first brought in the Prince was just going through puberty. So after about a week on the job I gave our sex education lesson. It's always interesting to talk about sex when your class consists of adolescent males.

"Today we're going to talk about sex education. We are a little different from the farm animals and feral animals. When you mate farm animals of different breeds you get mixed breeds. But in our species the breed is determined by what the father is. We don't understand why, but it just is. If that wasn't the case we'd all be mixed breeds by now. It also helps us figure out if our wives are cuckolding us. If her cub isn't your breed you know it's not yours." I told them, which drew quite a chuckle.

"Now I'm sure you all think you know all about sex." I heard snickers from the students. "Since you all seem to be experts, who can tell me why we have barbs on the head of our penis?"

One of the older students, a Lion named Ptolemy, said snidely, "So we can blow a load when we rub them!" He said shaking his paw imitating someone jerking off. Everyone chuckled adolescently.

"Wrong! But that's a nice fringe benefit." I said to even more chuckles. "It's because even when a female is in heat she won't get pregnant until she is stimulated by the barbs. Also really well endowed studs with longer barbs who really stimulate their mates can sometimes induce the female to have twins. That's why our females vaginas are so tight. Well at least when you mate in the same position as feral cats. If you have sex face to face your penis ends up in a blind alley of the vagina which isn't as tight and won't release their eggs. Even if they are in heat and you have sex face to face they won't get pregnant."

"That's also why it doesn't hurt so much when you have anal sex, the rectum isn't quite as tight, so the barbs don't bite into it, they just rub across and stimulate the sensitive tissue. And I can tell you from past experience it feels wonderful for both the giver and the receiver."

"One of the other things that a female in heat can inspire is repeated orgasms. It's not uncommon when you are mating with a female in heat for you to cum eight to ten times in a night. With some of you virile lions sometimes even more. Even if you normally can only achieve three or four orgasms in an evening."

So anyway now you should be prepared to dig into this new story.

The Oracle Part One Pelagio

I didn't know what to do. When your kingdom is in this much trouble about the only thing you can do is make the trek to Delphi and consult the Oracle of Apollo. Laying it before the god is a last resort, but I had no where left to turn. If nothing else the journey gave me a long time to reflect on my life so far.

I am the King of Athens and until 2 years ago I had the world by the balls. I had two wonderful legitimate sons, the proverbial heir and a spare. I also had 3 legitimate daughters, but they were insignificant, other than to marry them off to powerful barons to make allegiances.

My wife was wonderful too. She had sons and was secure in her position as the Queen. She didn't have a big sex drive, but was satisfied to submit to me when I had my needs, which wasn't very often. That is my need for sex with a Lioness. Being a Lion and the Alpha Lion I have a huge sex drive, but like most of us here in Athens it is usually satisfied by sex with other males. Being King, I had no lack of powerful males that would willingly lift their tail for my eight and a half inches. Some of them did it to gain favor, but most of them truly enjoyed getting bred by such a powerful alpha male. In addition to my endowment I was large even for a Lion, standing seven feet tall with a heavily muscled body and a thick dark mane. I can say without any vanity that I was exceptionally handsome even for a Lion. In a society that treasured masculinity and virility it's not surprising that most of the males would have probably let me take them whether I was the King or not.

I only had two sons by my Queen, and that was by design. The plains of Attica were held by my cousins. My father had only one son to succeed him on the throne. His brothers on the other hand had bred like alley cats and controlled minor tribes all across Attica. The people of Athens preferred the stability of a Monarch with a clear line of succession and would support any legitimate heir I could produce. That was much better than the alternative. If they lacked a strong King to protect them my cousins would rend the country like pack of wolves devouring a flock of sheep. Our strength was that we were not a ravening mob.

Now that didn't mean that I didn't sow my wild oats also. There were plenty of my bastards scattered throughout the city. It wasn't like they were secrets, I never fucked anyone's wife without their knowledge and permission. Most of them were the product of threesomes where both of us had a shot at siring the cub. But I was usually the one to father the cub for several reasons. First the husband was the one getting sloppy seconds. And in addition to that my dick was so much bigger than theirs and my large Lion balls produced much more seed. So usually they didn't stand a chance in producing the cub. They all knew what the consequences would be, and all of them willingly raised my cubs as their own.

A perfect example of this was when my favorite body guard Pelagios was getting married. He was a big tough studly Jaguar. He was about as alpha and bad ass as a cat can be. He was 6' 4" tall and about 250 lbs, a real bruiser. He was hung really well for a cat, he was packing over 6 inches with plenty of girth. He was usually a complete dom, except with me. I was the one that took his cherry (to the best of my knowledge I'm still the only one that has ever fucked him) and he took every opportunity to he had to lift his tail for me.

He had quickly worked his way up to Captain of the guard, through merit not because he was putting out for me, which he used to his advantage. Most of the lower ranking guards were more than willing to get fucked to paradise by this big dicked stud. But he tried to take as much night duty as he could line up for himself. There were always 2 guards assigned to night duty. One waited outside the door and the other waited inside my room. The unofficial duty of the one on the inside was to take care of my sexual needs. It was considered prime duty by all of my guards, or they wouldn't have been one of my guards. I never complained about Pelagios getting extra duty, he could drain my balls as well as anybody. Plus it made it even hotter that he was one of the biggest doms in the castle and he gave himself to me like a subby little bottom boy. It was such a turn on having a big strong virile cat submitting to you, squatting in front of you and letting you use him as you saw fit. What was better than that was that it wasn't an act, he liked nothing better than having me jam my big cock up his tight little ass and drop a huge load in him. I loved to humiliate him just a little and make him beg for it, but he didn't really consider begging me to fuck him to be humiliating. Besides he knew ALL the buttons to push to get my blood racing.

Which was why it wasn't a big surprise that he invited me back to his bedroom after the reception. He had assigned me two bodyguards but he had conveniently left both of them outside the door. He picked up his bride, a vivacious Pantheress, and carried her over the threshold. They were both giggling and giddy from imbibing too much wine, Dionysus had been a welcome guest at the reception. I'd had a bit myself. I wasn't what you would consider drunk, but I was more than just a little relaxed. But I was definitely not too drunk to perform the task I was brought to the room for.

Iola, which was his bride's name, was set down beside the bed. The room was already filling with the scent of her heat. I just stood watching as Pelagios undressed his bride for the first time. She was a petite little Pantheress, but she had large firm tits that had no sag to them. She was obviously aroused because her nipples were sticking straight out. Pelagios couldn't resist taking first one then the other into his muzzle to suck on. She giggled again at first then she moaned.

"Now undress me." He said to his bride. She removed his chlamys off first then she got down on her knees and removed his chiton exposing his erect cock. His six and a half inch erection was directly in front of her muzzle, his barbs sticking out at forty-five degree angles from his cockhead.

"Ooowww... It's so big..." She said mesmerized by her husband's endowment that was bobbing up and down like a cobra in front of her eyes.

"If you think that's big, wait until you see the King's." He replied as he gripped her under the arms and pulled her to her feet. Then they both moved in front of me. Pelagios removed my chlamys and then Iola removed my chiton, getting a closeup view of what a real stud looked like.

"Why don't you get on your knees and teach her how a real subby little cocksucker pleases his King." I said as I put my paws on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees in front of me. "You look like you belong there. Why don't you show your pretty little bride how a born cocksucker operates."

"Yes Sire!" He said, licking his lips as he breathed in a heady melange of my dominance pheromones laced with the heat pheromones emanating from his bride. He was even harder than I was at the prospect of getting to suck my cock before I made his bride mine. Pre was running down his dick and dripping off of his balls, forming a puddle on the floor. His bride was kneeling beside him, her eyes wide at the sight of my massive cock. I was fully erect, two inches of fat Lion meat extending out of my sheath. The thought of popping her cherry and knocking her up in front of her willing husband was about the biggest turn on there was. It was the ultimate dominance play. Passing your bloodline down for some other cat to willingly raise as his own was something very few cats got to experience. And now the cat that I would soon be cuckolding was peeling back my sheath and taking my throbbing and leaking eight inches into his greedy muzzle. I grabbed him roughly by the ears and started to face fuck him. With his compact Jaguar muzzle and my massive cock I was shoving it down his throat with each thrust. My bloated balls were bouncing off of his chin, which made Iola giggle.

"See how he's covering his teeth with his lips. Pay close attention, you can learn a lot from an expert cocksucker like Pelagios." I said condescendingly.

I pulled Pelagios muzzle off of my dick. "Don't be stingy. Share it with your sexy little bride. She's gonna get really familiar with it soon..."

He cupped my balls gently in his large paw, offering my package up to Iola. I was leaking pretty good and she put her index finger up to my piss slit and scooped up some pre. She brought it tentatively to her dainty muzzle. Her dainty little tongue flicked out and tasted it. For the first time in her life she experienced dominance pheromones. Her eyes lit up as she wrapped her tiny little paw around my fat cock. Well at least part way around it, then guided it to her inquisitive muzzle.

Her senses were heightened from being in heat. She ran her tongue over my barbs, licking off all the pre that had accumulated there. She whimpered in her eagerness. Her body was desperate to be bred and my dominance pheromones were stoking her inner fires higher and higher. Soon she was bobbing half way up and down my shaft. She wasn't used to taking it in her throat, but that was something she could easily learn later. Right now I needed my balls drained and I didn't want to waste it in her mouth.

I pulled her up off of her knees, easily lifting her into the air. I put her legs over my shoulders which put her pussy right in front of my muzzle. Fuck did she smell good. I flicked my tongue out to lap at her dripping sex. I immediately pulled my lips back into a flehmen. My senses exploded with the estrous pheromones that were laced through her fluids. With her on my shoulders she was almost touching the ceiling. I'm just over seven feet tall and with her sitting on my shoulders her head was almost ten feet off of the floor. I pulled her forward until my muzzle was jammed up against her snatch. I lapped roughly at her clit until I'd gotten every last drop of her juices. Her heat scent had my brain on fire, but not half as inflamed as my balls were. I sucked her clit into my muzzle then vibrated my rough tongue on it.

"Oooww... Oooww... Oooww... Oooww..." She moaned out as she put her paws behind my head, holding me to her pussy as she climaxed on my tongue with a shudder. I waited until she rode out her orgasm, then I put her down on the bed. She lay there for a moment catching her breath. I had a grin on my muzzle, I prided myself on my talent for eating pussy. But that was nothing compared to what she was gonna feel when I fucked her senseless.

When her legs were steady enough I told her to "Crouch down in the mating position."

To my surprise Pelagios lay on his back on the bed and positioned her so she was crouched down over his muzzle. She was facing his feet, if she would have laid down on her chest she would have been in a perfect 69 position. He was a kinky little bastard, he wanted a bird's eye view of me popping his brides cherry. She crouched down, her sex hovering right above his muzzle. The scent of her heat had him drooling from both his cock and his muzzle. I crouched down to breed her and I could feel his whiskers brushing up against my balls. It tickled and helped to remind me that I was getting ready to knock up his virgin bride not only with his consent but with his approval.

Chapter 1

PERHAPS YOU'D THINK that I was unbelievably unimaginative. I prefer to think of it as fully exploring my particular condition before moving on to another. Remember also that once I have become, I can return to my earlier forms quickly and easily. Thus the variety has always been there. Just not in this new form.

I don't know how old I am, if that's important to you. Old. I know that. But time had little meaning to me until fairly recently. Many of my days were spent only in responding to circadian cycles and not to the dials of a clock.

You might say I'm a single entity evolutionary being.

If you don't know what circadian cycles are, you can join my understanding. I didn't know the shortening and lengthening days and nights had a name until fairly recently.

What are my earliest memories? What was I? I can't tell you. First, I'm not sure my being at the time has a name and, if it does, I don't know it. After all, when you are a limited being, it is very difficult to know yourself. There are no mirrors for the tiniest of creatures and, if you see another like you, there is no way you could recognize the reflection except by the biological attraction or revulsion.

Suffice it to say that I spent my time eating and growing. If others like I was then have a reproductive cycle, I never participated in it. I doubt that it was a particularly noteworthy sexual act.

I do have memories of crawling on multiple spindly legs. I have found that size somewhat useful since and have re-used it. Here, then, a bit of explanation is useful.

When I revert to earlier forms, my mind remains intact. Since I have lived for a period in one body before moving on to something else, I know what is necessary to live as that being. However, since I carry a memory of other shapes and sizes and experiences with me, it is impossible to totally return to the feeling of being that earlier creature.

Thus, I know that I was once a spider, because I know what a spider is now. But at the time I was one with all my being, I knew nothing but eat or be eaten.

Certainly, sex as an arachnid was not the main selling point of the form. I had two opportunities to partake in reproductive activities and both times narrowly escaped being my offspring's first meal or my sexual partner's next.

I've flown through the skies on at least two separate occasions. I mean lifelong occasions.

Once I was a butterfly or moth -- I'm not sure which -- and, again, did little but look for food. At least that mating was a little more enjoyable in retrospect. It was just badly needed -- required actually -- at the time I was doing it.

The other time, I was a small bird of some sort. In comparison to the sheer joy of flying, sex as a bird was rather trivial. Again, at the time, it was necessary but no more so and little more pleasant than searching for food.

It seems my life experiences, as I call them, are more or less up to my choosing. My NEW life experiences, that is. Maybe I'm just easily bored.

What happens is that one day I am doing something completely in character with the body I'm inhabiting. I see some other life form and have a pang of jealousy, you might call it. As I think about it over some time, I lose the characteristics of my current being and edge into that new being's realities.

Now that sounds pretty foggy. I'm sorry. It's my best explanation for what happens.

What happens, in quick and easy terms, is that I think about being something else and everything shifts until I am that other thing. A strong desire and bang, there I am. The time doesn't really matter but it's always a significant period of my current body's life term.

I was once some form of bug with an entire life cycle of a few days. But I spent much of one of those days thinking about being a lizard. Similarly, at one time I was a particularly quiet form of sea turtle and, I'm relatively sure, lived for many decades. I spent most of one year thinking about being a shark before that came to pass finally.

You see what I mean?

Interestingly, I've learned two things as I've reached higher development levels. First, my new body is invariably just post-pubescent. I'm sort of born a teenager, in other words, although, of course, this has no meaning in terms of a spider that lives a single warm season. The second is that time I spend in reversionary bodies, like temporarily being a bird to feel that wonderful exhilaration of flying for a few hours, does not subtract from my current life.

From experience, I know this to be true since I was once a very short-lived bug, reverted to being a spider for several days, and came back to the bug at the same stage of development I'd left.

That's another interesting thing, by the way. I have died in my bodies. In nature, it is a natural consequence of lifestyle. I have died of simple old age a few times and found myself reverted immediately to my previous form. Once I died in several incarnations, each reverting through all the others to the last stable creature. That was unpleasant enough that I try to alternate particularly enjoyable, and long term, life spans with less enjoyable ones so my reversion is only one back.

I have died violently a few times only to find myself reverted to an earlier form and much shaken by the experience. Luckily, reversion through those suddenly terminated lives, do not revert to the point of the death. It's not like going back in time. Rather the reversion is to the age at death.

Thus, if I was a healthy but stupid teenaged mule deer shot by a hunter's arrow, my next reversion would be to a healthy, stupid teenaged mule deer with enough knowledge to keep from being shot by another hunter's arrow and far in that previously successful hunter's future.

You see why I have difficulty saying exactly how long I have lived. I suppose I could sit down and remember parts of all my lives and what part of my development I was in at the time I moved on to something else. But the exercise would be difficult and, I think, totally unnecessary.

And there is another interesting point. You might think, from this so far, that I got tired of being a turtle and became a shark, tired of a shark and became a fast swimming tuna, tired of being a tuna and became a crocodile. I did those things, of course. But I was also a wolf and when I became old and grey-necked, I became a young, virulent wolf and took over the pack I had previously left to others. I was a whale for a very very long time and then became a younger whale and continued that wonderful existence. Actually, I have no idea how many times I've a whale or a deer or a bird or some form of dog or cat. I particularly like those forms.

In all cases, I am a stranger. It's not like I go around taking over other beings' bodies like some kind of vampire. Also, I am not always born to these bodies as the strongest and most virile. Frequently, I've found myself to be among the weakest. But, as they say, breeding tells.

Since I carry the knowledge of several lifestyles and many lives, I can use my intelligence to succeed where others of my size never could.

Also, when you know you will only revert to a previous life form if you die, you can afford to be very brave when the need arises. However, I'm not stupid about that either. I told you how unpleasant it is to die violently. Perhaps it's more unpleasant for me than for most, in fact. Not that I'm going to revert back through that violent end but just that the memory of agonizing death stays with me forever.

As I don't shift around through time, I also don't shift around through space. In other words, if I decide to be a bird, I'm going to be a bird right here, not somewhere far away in the world.

Sometimes, since the transitions are often slow, crawling around as a part crocodile, part bird, is a distinctly unpleasant activity. Therefore, I often chose to shift from a long-lived animal to a short-lived one as an interim step to another form. Since the new short-lived form cannot sustain a long transition, it tends to be abbreviated in the transfer from long to short. Then, since the short-lived body cannot sustain itself for long, the transition to a longer term life is very rapid. Far more so than the other way around.

With more intelligence, I have now chosen the shortest term life forms I have experienced, a form of virus that lives only a few hours, as an interim step to any other. I'm sure that I've seemed to almost wink out of existence only to be replaced by a totally different being. Actually, it takes a minute or so. (Now that I have access to timepieces I know that).

That change has been enough to send the fear of the gods into an attacking predator when a meal disappears into a hole and a larger predator reappears a moment later.

As I said, it hasn't always been this way. At one time, I changed slowly from one creature to another and spent days trying to live my dual lifestyle. Since almost every being has some kind of predator, some of these slow changes had very bad results. I quickly learned what things I could change to without making myself so vulnerable that I was killed. It also made me very secretive during these times of vulnerability.

Perhaps I'm even the stuff of mythology. I'm sure that someone seeing a bird changing to a lion would think of the griffin.

I also had to carefully watch the change from a water life form to a land form. I remember the consequences of trying to change directly from fish to deer once. I died miserably, drowning in two environments.

It encouraged going slowly from one element to another and staying in that element for as long as possible before changing back to the other. Therefore, I swam in the oceans for many many years after translating from animal to amphibian to fish. And stayed land-based for a long time before transmuting back into the water again.

Of course, I told you that I can return quickly and easily to any form I have enjoyed before. It was never as if I was unremittingly tied to the water or to the land. There does seem to be some limit on how long I can remain in this state.

After a relatively short time, I seem to tire very quickly and become weaker and weaker. In nature, weak is never a good condition. And, if I'm killed in one of these short-term incarnations, I die in my current life and revert. Just the simple dislocation of this makes it unpleasant without the dying, which makes it unbearable.

Needless to say, I avoid overstaying in a short-term form.

I told you about transforming from a meek rabbit being chased by a coyote to a bear chasing a coyote. Well, that's what I'd been thinking about anyway when I talked about a predator chasing prey into a hole and a bigger predator coming back out.

You can see the uses for the short-term incarnations, can't you? Well, it's made me almost impossible to kill. One second, I'm a cowering rabbit and the next second a grasshopper moving out of harm's way. One second, I'm a deer running from the forest fire and then a hawk flying quickly away. One second, I'm a silvery tuna and the next a very directed whale.

Bottom line, I haven't died of anything but out-of-the-blue accidents in centuries.

A very long time ago, I tried being a man for the first time. I spent a relatively short time doing that. I hated my fellows' fear and craven attempts at survival in a body ill-made to do that. I was too frequently cold or hot and always, it seemed, hungry. It wasn't one of my favorite incarnations and took a very long time to retry.

Of course, I recognized the spark of intelligence that has set man above most of the other animals of the world now. But I found that type of intelligence of little value in any other life form.

But man grew in his use of intelligence and, after an extended period in the oceans, I returned for an extended period on land and found mankind in dirty cities. The cities totally disgusted me but intelligence intrigued me. Though ill-directed in most cases, it seemed to be more seeking and expanding than even the much better directed and greater intelligence of the whale.

As a man, I became a great shaman to my village. I could frighten when I wished. I could save lives in many ways with my knowledge and my abilities. Any under my protection, could not be harmed. I would not allow it. And for their part, they worshiped me for it. It was a long and happy life.

I ended that time in the way of the shaman, turning myself into an eagle and flying away before choosing another incarnation.

With human intelligence and experience to draw on, I found life in many of the other forms vastly easier. Thinking ahead to consequences was the primary benefit. Recognizing dangers and pleasures was another.

Some animal incarnations were vastly boring to me now. The simple and continuous pursuit of food was numbing. But after a difficult experience, surely I craved this mindless pursuit of the simplest basics. And even this lifestyle was made easier by knowledge and anticipation.

The next time I had the urge to be human, I found that the conglomerate of human thinking had produced much of interest. Art, music, plays, great works. It was interesting to explore and to share the knowledge of these thinkers. But, at the same time, men had created the worst of its institutions. War was sought and fought with mindless fury.

Even my time as a shaman for a primitive village had not prepared me for this.

And if war were not enough, man had also created slavery, shifting his work to the shoulders of those he could control. These twin barbarities, drove me back to the oceans for many lives. On the way back to the ocean, I took a diverting side trip to an island where I translated from man to bull over a normal period. It proved to be a diversion when several men saw me in translation and could not understand my rage at their interference in my life.

As an animal, I follow the nature of animals. All those of us alive on this planet do the same whether we know we are doing it or not.

Though I sometimes spent a life as some type of herbivore, enjoying the speed and freedom and restfulness of that lifestyle, more often I was a predator. I flew as a raptor. I ran on soft, silent, and powerful paws. When I sought society, it was often to hunt with a group. I had no compunction about killing and still do not. That's the way of nature.

My human experiences only gave it a different direction than most of nature. Nature's killing is usually for food. Occasionally it is for the pure joy of the hunt and the kill itself. Being a man gave me another reason. To destroy the designs of evil.

Evil. An interesting concept. In nature, there is no evil. Evil is a concept that can only be applied to man as a description of man. Evil comes from man's ability to anticipate and therefore determine how to perform it on another man or on nature. How to enslave. How to wage war. How to steal what belongs to another.

With a special perspective and the objectivity of never truly belonging, I could identify evil easily. My determinations could never be tainted by patriotism or religious belief or home and family. If I had not, by personal nature, been a killer, I would have made the perfect judge for I could always perceive the evil by the smell and foul taste of it.

And I was always willing to use any necessary means to ferret out evil if it wasn't self- evident.

Chapter 1 : the greatest accident of his life

Frederic Fromthefield relaxed in his business class seat. "It's great having a grandpa who's rich" he thought. It's a little unusual for a 15-year-old to travel alone, but for once his mother agreed to his grandfather. She just had too much work at home and, she being a top manager, at work. He took of 15 minutes ago at LA airport, and he was now flying over de big Pacific Ocean. He connected his laptop to the telephone socket in his chair and after checking his power connection to the socket, he slaughtered the computer in a game of Doom. After some time he got tired and started an adventure game. He was just about to enter the secret password the maid give him after he caught her in bed with the butler, so he could enter the secret cave under the house, when the plain started jerking up and down. He heard the dong from the light saying: 'fasten seatbelts'. He disconnected his laptop and fastened his seatbelts. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have everything under control". Somehow, this didn't make him feel any better. He looked trough the window and what he saw made him look white. The plain was falling, he could see it as the clouds passed by. "We're falling!" he shouted, pointing at the window. Everybody looked at the windows and panic broke out, as everybody came to the same conclusion Frederic had. Frederic started preparing himself for impact. Being a kid with an IQ off the scale, he had prepared himself for such events. There was one thing his mind couldn't control: his 'wanting' to keep his laptop with him. His mind yelled:" you can't keep it with you", but his heart yelled" keep it, it's YOURS". His laptop was the only thing he was willing to fight for to defend. Being a genius got him bullied a lot and he had already lost a fortune on school material. All this ran through his mind as the plain kept falling. ""Everybody, when I say 'duck' everybody bend over, and put your arms around your knees, OK?" The calm voice of the captain reassured most people on the plain. Frederic calculated to keep his worries away. "An altitude of 10.000 meters, speed of 835 kilometers an hour, gravity of 7.6 km per kilogram per meter means..." It took him 3 seconds to calculate. "We will come down in approximately 10 seconds" he silently counted he didn't even heard the 'duck' from the captain. "3 - 2 - 1." Frederic bend over, his laptop between his upper body and his legs. The smack was harder than he imagined. The plain skipped the water and became the fastest speedboat ever. It glided for over 5 kilometers and stopped or better crashed into an island.

45 minutes later the survivors looked at the remnants of the plain. 10 people were dead, 25 were wounded and the other 110 people were only slightly injured, or had no wounds whatsoever. Frederic gently rubbed his knees. He had pressed to hard on his laptop, so they got bruised. Fortunately, his laptop was in OK condition. After he helped the other people build a hut, which under his and an engineer's guidance became a very habitable place, he went exploring "in search for food, and a source for drinkable water" he had told them, but is was merely to satisfy his curiosity. He was positive this was an uncharted island, since there was no indication of pollution, or any other human activity. After wandering around for some time he found a cave. His curiosity got the better hand and he entered. Gently, foot after foot, he walked inside. Soon, after maybe 100 meters, it was completely dark, so he turned around and made him a torch, using the old trick of rubbing sticks together. After 15 minutes of wandering in the dark, the cave made a turn left, he followed and at the end of the hall was the most beautiful stone he had ever seen. It was shining blue light, although his torch did not give much light. He touched it, and at that moment he felt a tremendous surge of power run through him. He wasn't expecting this, so he withdrew, immediately followed by a feeling of disappointment and missing, like he lost an arm or a leg. He picked up the stone and immediately he felt strong, powerful and just, plain good. He started walking out the cave, when he noticed marking on the wall. "Strange, I haven't noticed those when I entered." he thought. Because of his genius and with some help from the stone (more than his genius!) he quickly translated the writing.

"The blue stone of the phalanx wields great power. It gives his bearer the power of telekinesis, telepathy and mental control. BEWARE, should the stone ever be removed from it's bearers possession, it's power will transfer to it's new owner. To make sure this doesn't happen, find the red and green stones of the phalanx, the red giving to power of healing and more, the green giving the power of bodily reshape and more. When all 3 stones are united, they will release the power of all matter and anti-matter, to shape and mold, as you like. With these powers, you can integrate the stones into you body, to make sure they are not to be stolen."

"Cool thing" Frederic thought. He walked out the cave. He quickly found water and went to the camp. He told them where to find water and they all thanked him, filling him with grave joy. After a couple of days on the island, Frederic had mastered his new powers. He had noticed he could influence them, but only now could he willingly give them orders. The first thing he did was taking a young girl, named Jennifer, into the woods. They talked a little. "How old are you Jennie?" "I'm 12, how old are you?" "15, Jennie. Do you know you are a pretty attractive lady?" this was true. Jennifer was very beautiful. She already wore a training bra, she had long chestnut hear and had a very pretty face." Thank you, Fred" "you're welcome Jennie. Do you know how children are made?" "Mum and Dad talked about it, but I think it's dirty, a penis and a vagina? What if he pissed inside me?" "That won't happen, Jennie. You see..." the best he could to a 12-year-old, he explained about the prostate. "Now I understand. You know, this talk made me feel strange." "Strange?" Frederic wasn't surprised at all, he had just given her a simple urge to be extremely horny and obey his wishes." Yes, my vag- cunt is wet and my nipples are poking in my bra." "You're not feeling strange, you're just horny. That means you are ready to heave sex."

"Are you ready to have sex too?" "Yes, my cock is hard."

"Please have sex with me." "What about your mother?" "Screw her, fuck me, fuck your little whore, fuck me lame" Frederic's cock could explode when he heard her talk dirty like that. He used telekinesis to rip off her clothes while he got out of his. He pushed her to the ground and positioned his 15 centimeters at her pussy. "This is going to hurt." "I don't care. Fuck your whore!"

At that point, he jabbed past her virginity inside her. Jennifer came on the spot. He continued pumping inside her. It took him 25 seconds to come. He pulled out at ordered her to suck him clean. She started by gently pushing her tongue against his cock. It jerked. She giggled at the resulted and took the head in her mound, sucking like a cock addict. She then took the entire length in her mouth, allowing it to slip in her throat. She did that again and again. Frederic was in heaven. He gently pulled out just before he came, and turned her on all fours, her beautiful ass sticking out. "I'm going to put it up your ass and it's going to hurt. A lot" "Buttfuck me, Fred, please!" Frederic pressed at the entrance and felt it loosen up. As his head popped inside, she let out a little scream. Frederic, wanting her to scream more, fucked his cock completely up her ass. She did scream. He pulled out, almost completely, and fucked her again, and again. Every time she screamed, but it became more and more of pleasure in staid of pain. He climaxed inside her ass, and she cam with him.

Frederic hurried into his clothes and telepathically ordered Jennifer's mother to come by. As she saw her daughter in a puddle of cum, she became hysterical. Frederic, hiding in the bushes, made Lori, Jennifer's mother, very aroused. He overdid it and she came again and again, 3 times in a row. Jennifer, noticing this, slid under her mother's skirt and sucked on her pussy, holding her panties aside. Lori pushed her daughter's face harder at her cunt, wiggling her ass in the process. Frederic couldn't stand it anymore, pushed her skirt up and penetrated that lovely ass of her. She screamed and cried as he slowly fucked her ass. She tried to get away, but for some reason, her body didn't respond. Al she could do was stand there and let her cunt get raped by her daughter and her ass by an unknown man. At the same time she got these strange feelings of pleasure, as she realized this was incest and pedophilia and she was enjoying herself. Her top got moved up, her bra got moved down and between those 2 come her naked breasts. Lori felt the man grabbing them and holding them tight. Very tight. Because of the pleasure of her ass, her cunt and her breasts being molested at the same time, she came. It was one of the best she ever had. No, not one of the best, but the best of her entire life. The waves of her orgasm in her ass sent Frederic over the edge for the third time that day and although he could recuperate very fast, due to his age, he was spent. "Must be these new powers," he thought, "I've been tired since I got the stone."

A few days later, Frederic had succeeded in fucking, screwing and abusing almost everybody who could interest him. By this time, his powers had developed even more. Frederic could feel himself getting more rested (he slept almost 16 hours a day) and more powerful. He was snoozing under one of trees, when he heard "Hey, don't sleep now! Wake up!" Frederic was startled. He slowly got up and said "wa... who ... is there?" "It's me, the stone. Congratulations. Because of your increasing abilities, you have awakened me out of my 5000 year sleep."

"How come?" Frederic asked. Immediately the reply came" a normal human couldn't, but because of you already had some basic talent about psionic power, you have developed very far indeed, and I think you can develop even further, under my guidance."

"Cool, a teacher" Frederic thought. "OK, where do we start?"

"We'll begin with defense."

For the next few weeks, until they got rescued, Frederic practiced with the stone. Like it predicted, he developed highly, and very fast, even the stone had to admit that. Frederic learned how to subtle manipulate someone into thinking it was one of their ideas, instead of his, and feeling "I don't want to do this, but I can't control myself."

His telekinesis became very powerful too. He could generate enough power to move a whole mountain, or make a vulcano erupt. He also had a very slight ability to influence the weather. Like making it rain less, or sometimes even stopping it, or hide the sun behind a very light cloud, so he couldn't do anything heavy. Yet. The stone then told him more about the other 2 stones. It told Frederic about the ability of healing, even replacing a head chopped off, or replacing cut off or destroyed body parts. It told him about the green stone, which wielded the power to 'enhance' his own body, making the bones practically unbreakable, and his muscles 100 times stronger than any man who ever lived. His reflexes would also enhance, reacting faster than a computer.

At home, Frederic hid the stone in his room. He had just finished as his sister walked in. Barbara was 18, had long, blonde hair and had the most beautiful blue eyes someone had ever seen.

Frederic was startled. "what are you doing little bro" he hated that. She always made him feel less than her, because he was a brainiac, never thinking about anything but school. But this time it would be different. "Barbs, you are to listen to me. You will do as I tell you." This got a nod from his sister. "Remove your bra, without removing you other clothes." Barbara reached behind her and, with great skill, peeled open her bra and pulled it out of her dress. "now, remove your panties." Barbara pulled her panties from under her dress. "get on your hands and knees" she nodded, and moved into the desired position. At this point, he used his powers like the stone had thought him. He shaped the 'field' of telekinetic energy into a Y shaped dildo. After remodeling it a bit, he pushed it into his sister's ass and cunt at the same time. She grunted, begging him to fuck her. He was happy to comply. He let the dildo do his work and moved in front of his sister. Frederic yanked out his dick and shoved in her mouth, fucking her throat. Barbara was having the time of her life; she got fucked in all three holes and it was her own brother who was fucking her mouth and throat. Barbara licked Frederic's manhood with all she could master, like it was one of the most valuable and most precious things ever shoved in her mouth. When he tunneled the feelings from the 'dildo' to his mind, he instantly came, and came, and came for over a minute he was pushing fluids down his sister's throat. This feeling made her came too, at the same time the dildo in her ass and cunt erupted in pulsing vibration of pleasure.